DIZZY GILLESPIE

GROOVIN' HIGH , BENT OUT OF SHAPE,
DIZZY'S HORN REFIECTED THE UNIQUE.
PLAY , COMPOSE , CONDUCT AND ARRANGE,
BULGING CHEEKS BUT NEVER A FREAK.

DRUGS AND BOOZE THINNED THE RANKS,
BEBOP REALLY FUELED THE FIRE.
MANY A MAN , THE HABIT , HIS LIFE,
LORRAINE WAS DIZZY'S DESIRE.

A BERET , A GOATEE , ALWAYS A SMILE,
FIFTY-SECOND STREET BEBOPED WITH JOY.
AFTER HOURS , MINTON'S TILL DAWN,
WHERE NOBODY CALLED YOU A BOY.

MANTECA BLEW WITH CHORDS AND RYTHMS,
THE LIKES OF WHICH HAD NOT BEEN HEARD.
A CELEBRATED HERETIC , GIHESPIE WAS,
DIZZY PREACHED NEW SONG LIKE THE WORD.

PARKER AND MONK AWAIT HIM THERE,
THE JAZZ SECTION OF HEAVEN;S ELITE.
IMPROVISING NOW , A HEAVENLY GIG,
THE OL' GANG OF FIFTY-SECOND STREET.

WAYNE MANNION
PLATINUM BULLET LYRICS